There is a moment when the sun descends the western stairs
And welcomes the coming dusk...
When the sky fashions a color
That beckons the painter's brush.
There is a moment when light and darkness share the evening,
It is a time just before
The Night fully opens its window
And the Day completely closes its door.
There is moment when the silence slowly unravels,
When tranquility begins to unfurl.
There is a moment, a perfect moment,
When all seems right with the world.
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